TPOL – The Legend Sequel

(Sequel of the Fan Fiction: The Port of Love)

Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe

Klaus & Caroline

Elijah & Katherine

Kol & Bonnie

From: Lovely Vero


Previously on TPOL – The Legend Sequel…

"Clovelly will be forever in your depths." The mayor addressed the six guardians with a single nod.

"Little amount of choices did we have, mayor Brownston; for me, Elijah and Caroline, it was either this or letting our friends die, and the village vanish into thin air!" Bonnie spat; angrily.

"I understand your anger, Miss Bennett; but you need to ease your soul before embarking in this journey." The mayor suggested, politely.

"Easing my soul, really mayor Brownston? Why? Isn't it you who told us that the minute we would set a foot on your ship; we'd lose all our memories?" Bonnie argued. "I guess my soul will find peace then and there, would you say?"

"As you wish, Miss Bennett." The mayor sighed, loudly. There was no need for him to discuss with an angry woman… And angry she was!

"So? Where is your damn ship …" Kol started asking, before noticing the apparition. "Fuck! Your ship has cast its anchor in the harbor!"

"A beauty, isn't it?" The mayor commented, proudly; both hands firmly placed on each side of his hips.

"Considering this beauty will soon lead us all to our possible death; I prefer to hold my comments for the time being." Klaus commented, dryly. "George? Keep an eye on the fishermen in my absence, will you?"

"My dear Klaus, you don't even have to ask." George agreed, with a single nod.

"Did you … I mean, did you manage to find someone to take care of Clara during your absence? I'm sure both Trevor and Rebekah would have been more than happy to take care of her." The mayor asked, uncomfortable. "Just know that the entire village will keep an eye on your princess."

"We did; thank you." Caroline replied, without giving more information; sadness being felt in the tone of her voice. "But if we want our daughter to know her father when she'll grow up, we need to do this."

"Katherine…My niece …" The mayor called; his sight narrowed on the brunette.

"I hate you, you know? For keeping all of this a secret." She replied; tears filling her eyes.

"I did it to keep you safe." Charles Brownston replied; swallowing a lump in his throat. "Promise me to believe this somehow, to instinctively know, that I'm keeping a watchful eye on you."

"I'll forget everything, how can I even wish for such wishful thinking?" She responded, toneless.

"So? How does this work?" Kol questioned, with a single shrug.

"You get aboard my ship and … Soon, you'll pass the portal." The mayor explained.

"Up we go then!" Kol grabbed Bonnie's left elbow; before being rebuffed by a strong push.

"Keep your hands away from me, Kol; and don't think even for a second that I'm doing this for you." Bonnie whispered, under clenched teeth; before leading herself toward the ship.

"Elijah, a word?" The mayor asked, pulling the young man at a few feet of distance, of the departure group.

"Why do I feel that you're about to tell me something that I don't want to hear?" Elijah questioned, with both arched eyebrows.

"You'll be the only one who will keep his memory intact." The mayor announced, unceremoniously; in a low whisper.

"What?" Elijah exclaimed, in shock. "And you think of telling me this now?"

"Keep your tone down, Elijah." Charles Brownston, suggested; a hand placed on the left shoulder of his comrade.

"What that even means?" Elijah asked, dumbfounded.

"It means you'll be the one responsible to close the portal and to bring all of their asses back to Clovelly present time; when the time will be right." The mayor replied, uncompromisingly. "Now go son; my faith is with you."

Elijah closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths inside his lungs; before turning on his heels to reach the bridge.

The six guardians proudly stood on the front deck, their sights lost in the horizon; the fifteen centuries ship moving to an unknown supernatural destination; before suddenly plunging them all into the dark water.

"Oh my God!" George exclaimed, thunderstruck.

"Yes, George … May God be with them." Mayor Brownston wished all of them luck.


This chapter is dedicated to Jennifer ( gooddame) who celebrated her birthday the past week. I hope your celebration was all that you could expect it to be and more, sweetie; and that you will enjoy this update/chapter? But mostly, that you will be surprised by it, and that you'll surely want to kill me for it too afterward...lol


Chapter 7

"1543"


The pounding in Elijah' head increased, granting him no reprieve. Sleep has been his salvation for the time being, but it seemed his time away from reality had come to an end.

He finally and very slowly let a bright light infiltrate his lashes, through his half-opened eyelids; before scattering his surroundings. Last thing he could recall was standing on Mayor Brownston' ship, with the five other guardians, before being engulfed in the dark water. And now … And now …Where was he?

Well, it seemed he was lying on a blanket placed over a ground of hay, in a stable. He was wearing a pair of very strange puffy white pants, but was chest naked. He grabbed the edge of a hook to help him get back on his feet; before noticing the white shirt, red vest, and a golden sword. Uniform that seemed to be coming straight from a sailing vessel.

"What the actual fuck?" Elijah mumbled through his teeth; voices infiltrating his ears from outside – announcing what seemed to be the awakening of a village.

He grabbed his shirt and red vest; promptly dressing himself. He needed to locate the others as quickly as possible. He stepped outside the barn, placing his right hand as a visor on his forehead; before standing speechless in front of a port… A few centuries ago! He slowly advanced toward a peasant woman who was placing some eggs and different vegetables on a wooden table underneath a small makeshift tent of the morning market.

"I'm sorry, my lady? Can you … I mean…I need an information?" Elijah kindly asked.

"Well … It's been a long time since an official sailor called me a lady." The toothless woman replied, blushing. "What can I do for you, Quarter Master?" She inquired, making a reverence.

Quarter Master? In which parallel universe would he, Elijah Smith, be a sailor? This was laughable!

"What year is this? And where am I?" He asked, with much anticipation perceived in his voice.

"You drank too much last night?" She winked; playfully. "You have lost your memory?"

"Something like that." He nodded, impatient; but while keeping his calm.

"You are at Clovelly Port, the year is 1543, Quarter Master." She replied, under his stupefaction, letting a small laughter escape her lips. "Try to stay out of the sun today, Quarter Master; a hangover are never easy to handle for a gentleman such as yourself."


"Quarter Master!" The dry call came from afar; implying a direct order.

Elijah forgot the call, snatching a newspaper from a passerby' hands, under the man' unhappy comments; before instinctively pulling a golden coin from the front pocket of his red vest.

"For your trouble." He buried the coin in the man's hand, who almost instantly regain his smile. "1543… The year, is 1543." He repeated to himself, astonished by his own discovery on the newspaper. They had passed the spirits portal and they were now all back in the year 1543!

"Quarter Master! Do I need to put you on restrictions for one week for your insubordination?" The loud call came back to finally pull him out of his state of shock. "Or will you grant me of your presence?"

Elijah rose his head and sight to an apparition that left him breathless. At a few feet from him, standing in front of a large ship at a few meters of distance from the bridge, Mayor Brownston, sporting a beard, was standing in his captain uniform, both closed fists placed on each side of his hips, his sight narrowed on him.

Shit! He needed to regain his calm now … NOW! So much needed to be done, but acting like a fool wouldn't grant him a peace of mind. The mayor had told him that it was more than probable that he would meet his spirit self but that he wouldn't remember who Elijah was in the future.

"Mayor … I'm sorry… I was …" Elijah tried to articulate, his palm holding the handle of the sword that was slowly swinging on the right side of his body.

"Mayor? Did you drank all night, Quarter Master?" The captain rose his tone of voice; rolling his eyes to the blue morning sky.

"No… I …" Elijah stammered, without finding the right words. "I'm sorry, Captain Brownston; I was out of touch for a second."

"Out of touch?" Captain Browston crossed his arms in front of his bulged chest, closing his eyes and sighing loudly. "It's obvious that you were at the tavern and drank all night. Because, you wouldn't choose such words in your normal state of mind, Quarter Master."

"Eh… I'm truly … I mean … Will the word "sorry" satisfy you, Captain Brownston?" Elijah questioned, nervously; while trying to keep his calm to the best of his capacity. Where were the others?

"It will suffice for the time being." Captain Brownston reopened his eyes, a trace of a smile spreading on his lips. "After all you are on two full days of permission at the moment, Quarter Master; you shall pass your free time as it shall fit your spirit… Including, getting yourself drunk." He shrugged. "This said; as your direct superior, when I call your name I demand that you answer me."

"Of course… Superior of what exactly?" Elijah tried to learn a bit more of his presence in these past surroundings. Quarter Master? Wasn't it a past appellation for the second in chief after the ship' captain? Was this a joke? He couldn't even stand on a deck?

"Nothing that a strong cup of coffee shouldn't cure, Quarter Master. And I suggest you take a good nap this afternoon." The captain eyed his second in chief suspiciously; while gesturing toward the cavern. "To … Well, put your head back on your shoulders."

"I "shall" listen to your advice, Captain Brownston." Elijah replied politely; while thinking at the same time that sleeping was the last thing in his mind at the present moment.

"Tomorrow, we take the sea." His superior announced proudly; his long strides directing his legs toward the heart of the village.

"We do?" Elijah swallowed a large lump in his throat. "For what purpose exactly?"

"Are you playing with my sanity, Quarter Master?" Captain Brownston studied him more carefully; his sight narrowed on his second in chief.

"I wouldn't dare; Captain Brownston." Elijah shook his head.

"A few pirates' ships have been spotted near the port." Captain Brownston informed him.

"I see … We "shall" investigate then?" Elijah questioned some more.

"Yes…" The Captain rolled his eyes some more; hoping that a good night of sleep would bring his second in chief back to normal. "Tonight; I would like for you to meet my fiancée."

"Your … What did you just say?" Elijah questioned, in shock.

"I know I did not share my personal life aboard the ship, particularly with my crew, but I thought I had share this information with you?" Captain Brownston questioned with an abrupt halt, before positioning himself at the entrance of the tavern. "I would like to keep an eye on her in my absence; like the man who would assure her outmost protection."

"Yes… Eh … Of course, my mind is a bit in blurry this morning." Elijah tried to rephrase it.

"Right. I would call it a heavy fog if I was you." The Captain winced, with an additional sigh. "Will eight O'clock at the hostel suits you, Quarter Master?"

"It will be perfect, Captain Brownston." Elijah made a reverence, with a single nod.

"Well, let's get you a strong cup of coffee then." The Captain suggested some more before pulling the heavy wooden door of the tavern.

Elijah rose his head and sight at the sign placed above the door; swallowing an additional lump in his throat…

The Rose Garden Tavern

Well, he'll be damn!


"You should have waking me up, Klaus." The middle age woman quibbled; while grabbing an apron on a hook place on a nearby wall of the small kitchen of their humble abode, who could barely contain a small table and two chairs. She dressed her long grey skirt and white peasant blouse of the apron, before directing her steps toward the young man to bless his forehead of a gentle kiss.

"You were sound asleep, I didn't have the heart to wake you up." Klaus replied; a smile blessing his manly lips; at the touch of her lips.

"This is nonsense, my son! We both have our daily tasks, and cooking eggs for you in the morning is mine." She gently squeezed his shoulders with her delicate hands. "Yours is to work at the forgery."

"What would I do without you, Rosa?" He turned his head, to kiss the woman on her right cheek.

"You would make a "man" of yourself; that's what you would do, Klaus." She playfully wink, before cracking two eggs in a large terracotta bowl; glancing in his direction to hide the few remaining ones. Time was hard these days, they could barely make ends meet… Clients were rare at the village. But with the arrival of the English float she could only hope that Klaus would bring more money to the household or she'll have to go work at the tavern again.

The young man rose on his legs, grabbing an extra plate on a wall shelf before grabbing his own from her hands; separating the omelette in two equal parts.

"Don't think I did not notice… Because I did." Klaus confessed.

"No… You … I am not hungry this morning that is all." She stammered, redness covering both of her cheeks. "You should eat what I've cooked for you, young man!"

"We'll share the eggs, and there's plenty of milk and bread on the table for the both of us to share, come." He responded, not disturbed by her vain attempt to starve herself to grant him a good breakfast. "Sit!" He gently ordered.

They sat in silence; sharing their humble breakfast with a few shy smiles exchanged between small bites.

"If things are not picking up at the forgery I'll enrol myself aboard the ships … I'm sure I could do something that would grant us more money?" Klaus suggested.

"No! Never … It's something that I would never accept that you'd do! I'll find work at the tavern again." Rosa objected, vehemently; rising on both of her legs to grab the dirty dishes, before dropping them in a bassinette. "The day a straw basket, containing a baby boy, was placed on my front door with a note asking me to take care of you; that day I had decided in the deepness of my heart that I would give you the best life possible as a foster mother."

"I don't want you to get upset, Rosa; it was just a suggestion. I'm mostly certain that the arrival of the English float will grant me more work at the forgery." Klaus rose on his legs to grab an empty bucket; before blessing his adoptive mother' forehead of a kiss. "I'll go fill the bucket of water."

He pushed the locket of the small door that would lead him to a small vegetables garden where the water well was located; before closing the door behind his back to inhale the morning fresh air.

He closed his eyes, a tear escaping his eyelashes; before rolling on his left cheek. It would be the last time that he would witness Rosa struggling with food… The last time! If he needed to sell his soul to the devil to bring bread on the table to his mother … He certainly would!


"Is there someone of services here?" A dark hair, dark eyes, man called several times, hitting his left forearm of his pair of leather cloves with much impatience; before Klaus could finally appear in front of his sight. "Are you of services in this forgery?" He asked once more, dryly.

"I am my Lord, what can I do for you?" Klaus asked, holding an iron rod in his right hand.

"My carriage is not holding the pavement of this village very well; could you reinforce its hitch." The said man asked, with a rise chin.

"Well, if I can speak truthfully to you, my Lord…" Klaus responded; while trying to hold his laughter. "The roads of this village have not been made for such beauty." He nodded toward the said red and blue carriage that had stopped its course in front of the opened forgery.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" The man responded, narrowing his sight on Klaus.

"As the black-smith of this village; it would be impertinent of me to not give you my humble opinion. But rest assure that I'm sorry if I have disrespected you." Klaus presented his apologies, lowering his head. This man was an asshole. He knew the kind too well; but he also knew that bread was needed on Rosa' table. "But, it is with great pleasure that I will work into reinforcing the hitch of your carriage."

"That is more like it." The impertinent man nodded; before turning his head toward the female intruder that was making an entrance, a large blue cape and hood covering her face and hair. "Why did you stepped out of the carriage, Madam? I told you to wait for me inside."

"Nonsense, I wanted to see if you could find help for the carriage." The softest of all feminine voices replied, before she could grant Klaus a glimpse of her beauty.

She gently pushed the hood down on her shoulders revealing a blonde cascade of curls and the purest, bluest-greenest pair of eyes he ever had the pleasure to meet.

"Good morning." She granted him of a sincere smile that illuminated the entire forgery, and of a single nod.

"Milady." Klaus made a reverence, feeling the beats of his heart dangerously rising inside his chest.

This woman; whomever she was … Had certainly captured his heart in one single glance!

"This is such a dusty and dirty place for you to be, Caroline." Her companion winced at the forgery' surroundings. "You should go back to the carriage." He forcefully grabbed her right elbow to push her out.

"Why would I do that? I am not made of porcelain!" She regained use of her arm; before turning on herself to face Klaus, once more. "This man is a hardworking man and you shouldn't talk about his work place in such disrespectful way."

"Of course." The Lord agreed, with much reluctance; darting his angry stare at Klaus.

"Maybe I could offer you a blanket to help you sit on the small dike, Milady?" Klaus offered, politely; his sight studying each of her facial traits.

"That would be very kind of you." Caroline responded, with a single nod.

"No wife of mine will sit on a dirty blanket while being perched on a small dike!" Her companion spat, angrily.

"Tyler, this was beyond rude! Present your apologies to this man at this mere second!" She suddenly turned to face her husband, redness filling her white as snow cheeks.

"I certainly will, Madam. Please, accept my deepest apologies if I have disturbed you with my say." He nodded to Klaus, before gently pushing his into the exit of the forgery. "I suggest you go back to the carriage while I take care of some arrangements with this kind man.

"I'll do as you ask." She nodded, politely, before turning her head to take a final glance at the black-smith; leaving him with a last smile.

The lord took a few calculated steps, placing himself at a foot of distance of Klaus; his sight locked with his.

"You give an additional single glance toward my wife, and I promise that your heart will meet the tip of my sword. Am I clear?" He threaten, coldly.

"I understood, my Lord." Klaus responded, lowering his head; under clenched teeth.

"The name is Lord Tyler Lockwood; try to remember it." The said man added, dryly. "I'll bring the carriage to you in the morning. If the work is well done, you'll be paid a fair amount of money … Granting you the chance to clean your forgery; one can only hope." He spat, offensively; before turning on his heels to leave.

Klaus slowly raise his head, his eyes darkening; both fists firmly closed on each side of his tensed body.


"The password?" The fisherman asked the Lord who was standing in front of the wooden door leading to a basement in a dark alley, located behind the Rose Garden tavern.

"Cauliflower?" The invitee replied, wincing. This was the stupidest "password" he had to use to enter inside a brothel – slash – poker-fest, in his entire life!

"You can enter!" The man opened the door, before locking it once again after the visitor had pass the threshold. "Show me the money?" The toothless man asked.

The Lord rolled his eyes, before pulling a small red velvet pouch filled with golden coins.

"You're free to enjoy the night, Milord!" The fisherman made a comical reverence, pushing himself out of the way. "I can only hope you'll get out of this private establishment richer than when you entered, and that the women will be to your sexual satisfaction?"

The man undressed his head of his high hat shape, pushing a black velvet to enter inside a smoky, dark room, where rounded tables where displayed for Lords and Captains to enjoy a good game of poker. A few beautiful women that were wearing only their culottes and corsets where sensually walking tables to tables to offer their services, in hope of grabbing a rich customer that would follow them in a private room.

"Gentlemen, can I join your table?" He asked, with a polite nod.

"Certainly, my Lord." One of the six sited responded; signing toward one of the remaining empty chairs.

"Thank you." He took his siting position, before dropping a few golden coins on the table. "Can I be the dealer?"

"Certainly, and you are?" A greyish hair man politely asked.

"You can call me Lord Kol." The said invitee responded, politely and with a smile; before shuffling the cards; and throwing a few to each and every one.

They all studied their games for a few seconds, Lord Kol finally dropping the first cards on the table; before turning his head at the sudden commotion surrounding him.

"What is happening?" He questioned, his sight turning toward the small stage placed in the middle of the tables, red curtains closing its main attraction on them.

"It's Lady Bonnie, the main attraction … She's always giving us quite a spectacle. If you see what I mean, Lord Kol?" The grayish hair man winked, playfully.

"I think I have an idea." Lord Kol smirked; while telling himself that a small distraction, from a beautiful woman, would only push back his game plan to steel all these men' money of a few extra minutes.

The basement room got darker, with only a few candles to illuminate the stage. A naked leg, only dressed of a silk stockings suddenly appeared from between the velvet fabric, under the loud whistling of the male audience. Kol narrowed his sight on the stage, before losing his smile, while sitting in front of the prettiest metis girl he had ever lay his eyes on in his entire life. She made several spins on herself, sensually dancing toward her audience, before pushing the stockings down on her legs, under the loud cheering. He swallowed a lump in his throat, a thickness suddenly swelling his crotch area of his dark trouser.

The metis beauty made a last pirouette, landing at a few feet of distance of his table, when their eyes met. She held her opened corset with two hands on her chest, while his fiery sight slowly landed on her generous breasts. He winked at her playfully, while she swallowed a lump in her throat; rising back on both legs, before rushing herself backstage under the wild applause of the crowd.

"She was a little bit shy tonight." The grayish hair man commented. "Usually, she show us more of her beautiful assets."

"You don't say?" Lord Kol replied, a smirk raising both sides of his lips.

Satan as his witness, after rubbing these gentlemen of all their money at a game of poker; he would find this metis beauty and get her in his bed to ravish her beautiful body for hours to come!


Lord Kol proudly weighted the heavy pouch in his right hand. He had certainly tripled his money assets tonight, by a master tower. He had infiltrated the bedrooms corridors by giving a large tip to the woman in charge of the whorehouse; and now he was leaning the right side of his body on the arch door of "her" private quarter. She was sitting on a humble wooden chair, in front of a small mirror; retrieving the hair pins in her hairdo; when she finally catch a glimpse of his dark silhouette near her reflection.

"What are you doing here?" She jumped on both leg; grabbing a silk dressing gown to cover her half-naked body.

"I have a proposition for you." He grinned, suggestively.

"If you want the services of a girl; you should ask Rihanna, she'll help you get one, my Lord." She nodded, politely; but while avoiding his direct gaze.

"Lord Kol." He presented himself, with a reverence. "And, I don't want a girl, I want you; and I almost always get what I want." He added, pertinently; taking a few steps inside the small room to reach her standing position.

"Well, I'm not on the girl's list." She responded, dryly; and almost offended.

"Then get on the list; I'll triple the amount for your services." Kol offered, a wicked smile raising the right side of his manly lips.

"I'm not a loose woman, Lord Kol. I believe you made a mistake!" She spat back, her chin rose.

"The exchange of glances that had occurred between us, while you were dancing on the stage…" He commented, languorously whispering the words near her left ear. "…Was the promise of hours of sexual contentment between us. You must have felt it?" He added, in a low murmur. "I'll pay a high amount of money to be able to have you to myself for an entire night."

"I' . !" She mumbled, angrily, between clenched teeth; her sight now lock with his.

"Oh come on, Metis girl… You're dragging the inevitable!" The Lord responded, before feeling a red intense burning on his left cheek of a magisterial slap.

"Don't you ever call me that? Get out!" She lashed out; pointing toward the opened door. "And have the decency of never approaching me in the near future, my Lord!"

"Fine! If you're not in need of making a good amount of extra money; who am I to deny a high class lady such as yourself her comfortable lifestyle." He winced, while taking a look around of her miserable private quarter, before replacing his hat on his head with a single nod addressed to her; only to turn on himself to leave the premises.

"Asshole!" Bonnie commented to herself; tears filling her eyes.


Elijah have had experienced the most horrific day of his entire life! If being projected with four of his closest friends, and the love of his life, through a portal, in a parallel spirits world, back in 1543, wasn't enough, he also had been chosen to be the only one that would keep his entire memory intact… And this felt like "shit" to him!

After having passed a few hours getting rid of Captain Charles Brownston (that was as much a pain in the ass in the past that he could be in the future) he had scattered parts of the village in a vain attempt to locate the others, but with no such luck as of today.

Now, he was standing in front of the hostel at eight O'clock sharp, having been summoned to meet Captain Brownston' fiancée? Whomever she could be, she was certainly not of interest to him. But he needed to play his role to the perfection until he could find the rest of the group.

He passed the threshold before directing his steps toward the only bedroom suite that had been granted to the Captain and his fiancée. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath inside his lungs before gently knocking on the wooden door.

"Quarter Master, please … Come in!" Captain Charles Brownston invited him to enter inside a small parlor room. "Can I offer you a drink?"

"Captain Brownston." Elijah politely saluted of a single nod. "A whiskey would be fine."

"Coming right up, young man." The Captain responded, directing his rapid steps toward a console table before pouring the amber liquid in two glasses; only to turn on himself to hand one of the glasses to the young man. "Salute!"

Elijah took a large gulp of the alcohol, before hearing a door creak on its arch.

"Ah! My dear come meet my Quarter Master." Captain Brownston suggested, while Elijah slowly turned on himself to face the lady.

"Quarter Master it is a real pleasure; I'm Katherine." The brunette kindly presented herself, standing in front of his sight.

Elijah stood motionless and speechless in front of the "love of his life"; his fingers releasing their grip on the glass he was holding before it could crash on the floor.


Thank you again, my dear readers, for reading the seventh installment of this TPOL sequel, titled: "1543".

I had the time of my life writing this chapter! I was so ready to dive-in into this craziness and grant you the chance to follow this chapter while your jaws would hit the floor … lol. You have no idea how long I've waited to share the heart of this sequel with you… But like everything in life, things happen when they are supposed and ready to happen.

I hope you are all enjoying your 2016 summer to the maximum?

Much love to all of you,

Lovely Vero


Thank you for all the anonymous reviews received, guys!

My answers are below.


Redbudrose: Thanks for your up-lifting review, sweetie… If you were surprised by the last chapter, I can't wait to know how you will react with this present one. And yes, Damon and Elena taking care of Clara was something that I knew in my heart would shock the readers.

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